Sophie had her first trip to the dentist this morning.
The Pediatric Dental Associates is like Disney World for teeth. When we walked in the door, Sophie let out a little "wow!" under her breath and looked up at me like, "You've got to be kidding! Why haven't we been here before?!" The office was set up like a big aquarium, complete with a giant fish tank and huge octopus, shark, dolphins, and underwater scuba diver.
The good. Besides having an amazing setting, the staff was wonderful as well. They were very knowledgeable about children and adept at making a trip to the dentist's office truly enjoyable. Sophie was great. She climbed up on the cleaning bed, put on her super cool little Terminator sunglasses, opened her mouth, and held as still as a statue while the hygienist went to work. She was a little darling, indeed. I was one proud mama. The poor mom beside us was not so proud. Her little darling was being held down by four assistants, while she screamed bloody murder and fought with the strength of ten Marines. I gave the frazzled mom my best, "No worries. Not your fault..." smile. I mean, seriously, what can you do? You never know how little kids will react to the unknown. Especially when bright lights and loud, whirring noises in their mouths are involved.
The bad. My fear about Sophie cutting teeth early and having reflux to the degree that she has it has come true. She has four cavities. One severe enough to require a cap. When the dentist told me that, I know I turned fifty shades of red. (Great! Move over Thrasher Kid's Mom, now look who's embarrassed. Apparently I'm one of those moms who can't figure out how to brush her kid's teeth! Huh. And all this time I thought Kristy was a good mother.) The funny thing was as soon as the dentist looked in her mouth, she immediately asked, "Did she have reflux?" I said, "Yes!" (Basically Rocket Vomited from birth until um...day before yesterday?) "How can you tell?" I asked. She explained that kids with reflux tend to be way more prone to cavities. Basically the acid sits on the teeth and breaks down the enamel, causing tiny soft spots in the teeth for the bacteria to get trapped in. And when you combine cutting teeth early (Sophie was equipped to eat steak by ten months...now there's a hearty dose of irony!), with not being able to properly brush those teeth (she would gag and vomit and buck around like a wild banshee if we so much as TOUCHED her mouth until six months ago)...well, the result is not good.
The result is one mortified mother.
The ugly. For those of you who thought the mouth full of shiny silver was the ugly, au contraire. That would be the ridiculously high cost of dental care. Four separate trips (due to the limited amount of injectable anesthesia you can give a small child) and $507 later, and we should have our first dental experience under our belt. FIVE HUNDRED AND SEVEN DOLLARS, people. And that's with insurance.
Let's all have a moment of silence for the cute little outdoor patio set that was going to be adopted into our family. Was. Very past tense. Ah, well. It's kind of fun to squat by the grill and eat our hamburgers and veggie kabobs. Maybe we can flambe the weenies on the grill in Soph's mouth.